Visions Come True - Poem by Emma Adamyan
Walking my way home all alone
I thought about hopes which were gone,
Suddenly I felt a glance on my back,
I turned round and saw a stranger,
Though his look held a danger
He reminded me my own look,
His soul too got an oxygen lack...
As he stared at me saying nothing
I got a chance to look straight into his eyes,
To my amazement I saw lots of pains, but lies,
He seemed quite different from other guys,
Many other things made me follow him,
Finally I started talking, being so dim:
'Dear Stranger, don`t pay attention to my tears,
I`m strong, You`ll see, I could walk hundreed miles,
Just to meet you...
On that way I saw thousands of fake smiles,
Was wounded by many blunt knives,
Was lied by so many strange guys,
But for the sake of honor were my tries...
I wish you were sort of a kind Dad,
Always to make me laugh, never get mad,
Be the one who can make me forget all bad...
We`ll forgive to each other the meeting so late,
For we know the reason, it was just the Fate...
As for me, I wish I were born at the next cradle with you,
Never to let you down, but to be always true,
For the sake of the given love,
Oh, how faithful we could do...
Embrace me, dear Stranger,
Let my cheek touch your shoulder,
Smell my hair and feel their scent,
Though I can`t handle these wild beatings
I want to stay immovable for hours,
Just to listen the sonnet of your heart,
To melt down... See, how fast it goes...
I want you to know two things my dear...
First is- If I ever wanted to be Miss Ideal,
It was just for you to meet your dreamy girl
And the second one is
If I ever wanted to win a luck in lottery,
I wish you were the prize
And God would share with you my destiny'
Inspired by a very high temperature and a wish to share one`s bad state because of strong cold... Dedicated to someone I never knew before, but hope to meet oneday, to feel what a true love is :)
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